Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 398: A secret will never remain a secret...

"To play the final leg?" Julian probed. To some extent, he didn’t actually understand what Davis meant by final leg.

Had there been precedents?

Had there been such an occurrence in the past that he wasn’t yet aware of?

From his investigations, he had gathered only fragments...how Davis Allen’s father, Alex Allen, and his wife had both died in an accident.

But beyond that, the information in his possession amounted to nothing more than the general knowledge already known by the public about the Allen family.

Julian realized he had only traced how his sister had gotten into the family. Perhaps his groundwork hadn’t been as thorough as it should have been.

Davis gave a curt nod. "Yes." His voice was firm, deliberate, "I will take this time to finish what that person started."

"I will take this time to uncover everyone behind every single plot and scheme that has plagued the Allen family," his tone carrying the weight of resolve.

He paused, his gaze hardening. "This has gone on long enough. I have delayed it for too long. Now... I will be settling every outstanding score."

His parents’ deaths.

His own accident.

His mother-in-law’s untimely death.

And now...someone had the guts of the person to make a move on his wife.

He could not allow the perpetrators to walk the face of the earth while she lay unconscious, barely living, fighting for her life. That would be injustice...not only to her, but to himself.

Perhaps, he had been too soft, too accommodating or was he too weak, but from this moment, he had made his decision and that he will achieve.

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he studied Davis’s expression...his voice tinged with biting coldness, the clenched jaw, the hands curling tightly into fists, and there is no doubt his heart might also be burning with fury.

"Will you be needing any help?" He asked. Though he already had his own plans for the person that was bold enough to lay their filthy hands on his sister, he doesn’t mind lending an extra hand.

"It wouldn’t hurt in the least," he mused.

Davis gave it a brief thought, his eyes softened as they fell on the woman in the ICU. "Not really," he said quietly. "If there’s anything I might need, I won’t be shy to ask."

was his battle to fight, his debt to collect, otherwise

across Davis’s face and shook his head lightly. There was no doubt...Country Y was about to experience the wrath of a

Julian murmured.

one last glance at the tightly shut door of the ICU, fire burning hotter in his heart. "Julian, I’ll make a

Julian’s voice

to him. "See your children first. They were untimely forced into this world...and at the moment, you need to acknowledge

rubbed his brow, weighing the words, then nodded.

been standing a few feet away, exhaled with visible relief and walked ahead, leading

turned to the guards posted outside the ICU. His tone dropped, cold and commanding, so different from the simple

about to risk or take any chances

the Anderson family, he can easily hold him responsible and accountable for any wrong than having another person take

Davis’s fist clenched by his side. This was supposed to be a joyous event, news worth celebrating.

quiet except for the steady hiss of machines and the rhythmic beeping of monitors. The sound weighed ominously on Davis’s chest. The hallway was brightly lit

station stopped

the frosted glass doors parted softly. The faint glow from within spilled into the hall, warmer than the

Dean Mark

felt his heart lurch at the thought of seeing his children, he wondered

the door open and inclined his

in his chest, he wanted to turn around. He exhaled slowly. Then,

world, it was softer, quieter, filled with

protective chambers, glowing faintly under gentle lamps

tiny forms inside.

on Davis’s shoulder, steering him toward

he said quietly.

reverence. His eyes locked on the twins which are impossibly small, their skin almost translucent, each breath

the hum of oxygen cradled them in a mechanical womb, but

stood at the glass wall for a moment, his tall figure strangely dwarfed by the fragility of

his sides, as if he needed something to hold onto, but the only thing anchoring him now were the two small lives lying under the

beside him gestured gently.

Just don’t open the incubator. They’re still

tightened. He placed a palm softly against the clear wall of the incubator, wishing the barrier weren’t there, wishing he could

he murmured, his eyes stung, his heart broken at

his unborn children were already suffering, tied to tubes

be in vain," he murmured, his voice

the twins stirred, a tiny hand flexing, fingers curling toward the